Remember that guy from last week's post? The goofy guy who's getting married? Well, new information has surfaced that his marriage may have been arranged. Do you know what that means?
I am an asshole.
In other news, I read this book called "Love is a mixtape" by Rob Sheffield. It's totally badass if you're into music, or love. And if you're not into music or love:
GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY BLOG.
Anyway, he mentioned how this girl once told him that all boys are either Beatles boys or Stones boys. You can love them both, but only one of them is yours forever. It was appropriate for the era. For the record, between the two of these, I'm a Stones boy, but I'm not a huge fan of either, to be honest.
I just love it when people are so into music for such a long time that they get this "big picture" kind of unique viewpoint about certain things. One that I've observed is the following, I just haven't figured out a romantic way to say it like she did above.
There are three bands. One of these bands you love. One of these bands you like. One of these bands you could do without. These bands are Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. For me, they correspond to the categories in the order I put them, but it's different for everyone. I work with another guy who freaking loves Pearl Jam, but doesn't care for STP.
I plan on sharing these various musical "Big Picture" ideas with you from time to time.
Poem time:
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Damn.
The damned mill around in slow
sad
circles
blowing smoke rings
here the brass plays constantly
you can walk by
their pit
and smell the gunsmoke
from pistols that
have long since
rusted away
The spurs don't jingle anymore
and there's no
barley and oak
to taste
The frontier is settled
and so they mill
carving circles in the ground
with their restlessness
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There you have it, post number six. (approach with trepidation)
I'm surprised you read that one first, though it was quite good. I remember also liking that quote. I'm a Beatles fan all the way, I couldn't give less than two F^cks about the Stones. I like the idea of being restless enough to pace a hole through solid earth. By the way, I finished Martin Eden, and believe you would enjoy the book thoroughly. Also I will have to tell you the tell of a homeless?.. man that sang me a song about how "groovy" I was at drums. His name was Leeroy I think, or Killroy. But he told me to refer to him as Tumbleweed, or Dj. Dr. Killjoy. And supposedly he owns Johnny Cash's suit and pants (which he made sure to mention not once but twice). So I recorded him singing about Dolly Partons whore house, Something about burning tumbleweed cause hes tumbleweed and he know where the good tumbleweed grow. He also had food in his mustache, but i will have to show you the recordings sometime.
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